We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,1Who hold an hours converse, so short, so sweet;One little hour! And then, away they speedOn lonely paths, through mist and cloud and foam,To meet no more.

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it.